Comfy Sweaters (An EXO Chen Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Hello everyone,

This is the fourth fanfic I'm writing right now, I hope you enjoy reading it. It's an EXO Chen fanfic, it's romantic, funny and has a bit of drama. Hopefully it will be as interesting for you as the plot is to me. Any events that are the same as other fanfics or stories are just a coincidence. I hope I don't get any harsh comments or criticism, and leave any messages if you have any ideas or suggestions.

Enjoy!!😊💜

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It was the first day of Junior year, everything was the same as always. I had my pure white oversized sweater on with a black pair of jeans and my favorite ash gray uggs. I pulled my straight hair into a neat ponytail with my bangs covering the rim of my huge black-framed glasses. I put both straps of my silver-studded black backpack on my shoulders, looked at myself in the mirror for one last time and left for school.

As soon as I reached the gates of Seoul High, I saw the same faces I've seen for almost every school year of my life, but with different stereotypes, everyone seems to fit in with a certain group of people, there were the seniors, the jocks, the all-prepped-up-matching stockings freshmen girls, the geeks, the bullies and woah back there in the end of the food chain, yup, it's me.

Nice to me y'all, I'm Kim Jong Ah, 16 turning 17 this coming March and yeah, I'm basically a nobody in this life. I don't even have a bestfriend, but hopefully I'll get one this year, maybe... Okay no. Now moving on!

It was pretty chilly outside, so I clenched the end of my sweater, blew a bit of my breath onto the palms of my hand, and rubbed them to keep myself warm. As I did so, I noticed the barely visible bruises I have, remembering the beating I got from my mother due to my focus on studying instead of working part-time last year, and I sighed at the thought of it happening all over again this year.

I brushed off the feeling and tried to think positively since it's the first day of Junior year meaning I was going to start a fresh page.

I went to the administration hall to get my schedule for the year, I followed the signs posted on the walls since I had nothing else to do and I ran to catch the last spot in that humongous cue of students waiting to get their schedules.

Of course, my nickname for myself is Miss clumsy, and yeah I'm so clumsy that I ran into a person, a strong person, with a rock-hard yet warm chest, and yeah, it was awkward.

Oops!

"Sorry..." I said in a monotonous voice and hid the bruises on my most visible area, my wrist. I quickly got up and ran off to the cue. I could feel his eyes piercing the back of my head.
*I think he noticed*
*It's okay though, it's not like I even know him, pst*

I got my schedule and left for Art class. It was located right next to the stairs on the second floor which was perfect. I knocked the door before entering and sat on a chair in the far end of the room. The Art room was really pretty, it had 3 walls splashed with different bright colors from violet to red, it was really pretty, and one wall that was neatly striped with black and white with multiple shades of graphite grey. I thought it was really cool since it had deep meaning to the artistic appeal.

I looked around and saw countless shelves of paintings on the black and white wall, they all looked very sad, they screamed for freedom and that was the beauty and power of leading and pleading colors.

Each seat was a cushioned one with four legs and a round base with no back nor head rest. Every student had a painting stand with rectangular shaped canvases standing like portraits but had nothing on them but a pack of oil paints and a set of wooden brushes and a painters' palette.